62. Placid

Rin sits silently on a pile of emerald green grass. Beside her, a still pond reflects the powder blue sky above.

Leaning on her hands, she pushes herself until she can see into the clear surface of the water. Her impassive face stares back at her.

The longer she keeps her eyes trained on the reflection, the more they deceive her; the short blonde hair brushing her shoulders becomes longer and pulled back. The light blue eyes become deeper, more intense, and she jerks away, terrified.

The emotionless face of the boy in the water contorts in pain. His mouth opens, but no sound escapes. No, he-she is incapable of making any sound at all. Her voice is nonexistent, and all she can emit is a choked gasp.

Breaking the peace, her hand slaps through the water, effectively destroying the visage of the boy she's tried so hard to forget.